Turkey Creek

Turkey Creek is on the west end of Brushy Prairie. The photo in the previous entry was taken on the east side. Not that it’s a big place.

After my early morning photo expedition, I had gone back to the campground where Myra was impatiently waiting in the cold. We broke camp and went to get breakfast in Mongo. Then we parted ways for the day, and I rode to Brushy Prairie.

The dog on the other side of the creek was barking away and would have liked to get closer to me.

I presume the Potawatomi village was on one side of the creek, near enough so people could easily get water. But I’m not sure which side. The information about the Gage and Langdon war is vague on a lot of points.

From Brushy Prairie I rode southeast along a county road that follows the shallow creek valley. Roads like that are among my favorites.

This is a view looking back. Like I said, it’s a shallow valley, but the land slopes up just a bit on the left. The creek is on the right.

This ride along the creek was the idyllic part of the route. But it was only about three miles long.

I had been having a leisurely morning of it, with my morning ride north to take photos, a leisurely breakfast, an easy ride to Mongo and then along this creek. But the campground was still 75 miles away, and the days are short at this time of year. From this point on I had to keep moving.

Well, I did make a few more brief history stops, and I ended up quitting after dark, 5 miles or so short of the campground, where I accepted a rescue mission from Myra.